"No," Molly replies with a slight shake of her head. "It really doesn't." For a moment, she intends to leave it at that. It's not like there's a hell of a lot to be said on that front. Lisbeth is gone, and it sucks, and she's not sure she would be able to sort out the tangle of feelings she has about it to put it into words in the first place. She knows perfectly well that Lee's been through a lot of shit, anyway, that the kind of life he came from means he's lost a lot more people than she has. She doesn't want to act like losing one is the end of the fucking world now.

When it comes down to it, though, that's not really what this is about, and she knows she's not going to be able to shake it. Most of the time, she can, but it's too present now. This was always going to happen eventually, anyway. With as long as they've been together now, with the way things have been going lately, maybe it's time he found out what really happened to her, before they wind up taking this any further. Drawing in a deep breath, she twists her hands in her lap as she glances hesitantly over at him. "Lee, you told me once that... if I wanted to talk about what happened, you'd listen," she says slowly. "If that's still true, I think I want to tell you about it now."